bq. “I have heartaches, I have blues. No matter what you got, the blues is there. ‘Cause that’s all I know - the blues.”

John Lee Hooker

In the early 60’s something rather strange was taking place in Britain and particularly around Twickenham. Roy Carr of the ‘New Musical Express’ summed it up rather neatly…

bq. “Squeezed into off-the-peg Italian mohair bumfreezers and cuban heel boots, earnest young singers attempted to disguise regional accents as they made their chest beating claims….”Ah’m A King Bee…..”, “Ah’m Yo Hoochie Coochie Man…”, or just plain “Ah’m A Ma’an…” before crowing on about mojos, lemon squeezers, wang dang doodles, crawlin’ king snakes, hell hounds on their trail, American cities most would never get to visit and all those pretty women allegedly left panting for a repeat 60-minutes more of their inexhaustible favours.”